20demayo Chapter 213
Chapter 213
Unexpectedly, Nalan Jingwen was curious about his true form. Xue Qingheng was clearly taken aback. When he met those dark and deep eyes, which held a clear hint of mockery, he hurriedly turned his face away and remained silent.
Nalan Jingwen rarely saw him in such a flustered state, and became somewhat interested. "Wouldn't it be more convenient for you to reveal your true forms?"
Shouldn't maintaining a human form consume more Xuan energy?
Xue Qingheng didn't look at her, staring straight ahead, but didn't loosen his grip at all, and gave a barely perceptible "hmm".
Seeing his reluctance, Nalan Jingwen was not one to force someone, so he dropped the matter.
After flying for an unknown amount of time, Nalan Jingwen felt a forceful pull on her waist. The scene before her eyes flashed by rapidly, and her nose bumped into a broad, solid chest. The unique fragrance of Xue Qingheng instantly filled her nostrils. She subconsciously looked up at him, but a large hand pressed down on the back of her head, burying her face in his chest. Her slightly serious voice reached her ears.
"hold me."
Nalan Jingwen immediately understood something, stopped moving, buried her face in his collarbone, the wind whistling in her ears like sharp blades scraping her face, her long black hair slapping messily against her face, blurring her vision.
Nalan Jingwen peeked out through the crack. Dark clouds filled the sky, accompanied by deafening thunder. Lightning flashed across the clouds, the blinding light almost within reach, sending chills down one's spine.
She looked away, wrapped her arms around his firm waist, and waited quietly for him to take her away from there. She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the temperature at his collarbone was higher than the rest of his body.
Xue Qingheng felt the woman's hand around his waist, and his body paused almost imperceptibly. He lowered his eyes and could only see the top of her dark hair. The woman who had always been at odds with him was now in his arms, and the places she touched felt like they were burning hot, with the temperature even showing a slight upward trend.
He looked up and stared straight ahead, his face cold and aloof, his thin lips slightly pursed. He subtly tightened his embrace to protect the person in his arms from harm, and quickened his pace. His silver and black hair were intertwined, like lovers entwined and leaning on each other.
Thunder rumbled here, and a slight misstep could result in being struck and shattered to pieces with no chance of survival. Therefore, he concentrated his mind and used his body to cover the person in his arms, so that even if he were struck by lightning, Nalan Jingwen would not be harmed.
Xue Qingheng's heartbeat was very soft, and it was almost inaudible amidst the rolling thunder. Nalan Jingwen couldn't help but find it strange. Not only was this person's body temperature extremely low, but his heartbeat was also so weak that it was almost inaudible. Was this the case for all the people in the Divine Realm, or was he the only one like this?
Holy area.
This familiar name seemed to be imprinted deep in her memory, making her feel incredibly familiar, as if her soul was being guided by some unseen force, and she longed for it immensely.
Nalan Jingwen's mind was in turmoil. It wasn't until the sound of the wind stopped and her feet touched solid ground that she came back to her senses. The hand around her waist had already let go, and the familiar scent had faded away. Nalan Jingwen came to her senses.
"arrive."
Xue Qingheng glanced at her and said indifferently.
Nalan Jingwen turned around and saw a high staircase hidden deep in the clouds. The stone steps spiraled upwards, leading to a magnificent gate that soared into the clouds and seemed to have no end. It was surrounded by colorful clouds, with radiant light and an ethereal atmosphere. In the distance, a giant beam of light pierced straight into the sea of clouds, like a pillar of light supporting the heavens and the earth, standing tall in the sky.
A strong sense of familiarity washed over him, as if something was about to burst forth from his chest. Nalan Jingwen touched his chest, and his heart was pounding fiercely beneath his palm, as if proclaiming something.
She stood there, looking up at the thousand stone steps. Her red dress was ethereal, and the golden sunset blurred the red hem, making her back view appear incredibly sacred. Xue Qingheng stared at that back view, and for a moment he was in a daze, as if he saw that person again.
She, too, had her back to him, so close yet he could never touch her.
He stared at it, completely forgetting to react.
"Still not leaving?"
A cold female voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked at her delicate profile, then calmly looked away.
Take a few steps forward and stand about a step behind her.
Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing said no more and stepped onto the stone steps, while Xue Qingheng followed behind her like a guard.
What appears to be a thousand stone steps is actually not difficult to climb after using Xuan power. When the two arrived at the door, Nalan Jingwen suddenly stopped and looked in one direction. Xue Qingheng also noticed the abnormality and followed her gaze.
Before that imposing stone pillar, there was a red object, shrouded in mist, its presence faint and easily missed if one did not look closely.
Nalan Jingwen's expression changed slightly. He walked over and picked up the small, fiery red thing.
Xue Qingheng followed, his gaze falling on the thing in her arms. His cool brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
Nalan Jingwen was unaware of the person behind her, her mind completely absorbed by the little creature in her arms. She stroked its slightly messy fur, which should have been smooth and shiny but was now dry, dull, and gray, with several pieces missing, revealing what looked like scorched and rotting flesh underneath.
She raised her hand, her fair hand stained with blood. Perhaps because its fur was red, it wasn't very noticeable. The little creature in her arms trembled slightly, perhaps because it smelled a familiar scent, and instinctively snuggled into Nalan Jing's arms, seeking a sense of security.
It's probably been almost two months since it left me, and who knew I'd see it again here.
Nalan Jingwen seemed to remember something and turned to look at Xue Qingheng.
Do you know it?
Xue Qingheng's dark eyes seemed to hold something within them, yet he concealed it well. He said calmly, "Ordinary demons cannot come here. It's probably the spirit pet of some elder from the Divine Realm."
Give it to me.
Then, he reached out as if to take the fox from her arms, but Nalan Jingwen blocked his way, and he missed.
"No need, it's covered in blood, and it won't be good if it stains your clothes."
As she spoke, she glanced at his silver-white robes, which were really prone to getting dirty.
Xue Qingheng lowered his eyes, his expression turning cold, and withdrew his hand.
Nalan Jingwen channeled her profound energy into her palm to heal the little fox in her arms. Its small body gradually stopped trembling, and its wounds began to heal visibly. Seeing that it was no longer in so much pain, she carried it inside the house.
The air around him seemed to ripple, and Nalan Jingwen paused slightly. With an indifferent expression, he looked up at the sky.
A golden light came from the sky toward her, growing brighter and brighter until everything in sight was a vast expanse of white. In the next instant, a group of women appeared before her.
"Nether Dragon Protector!"